CHAPTER EIGHT

Miho ran in between the old buildings as she tripped from her long skirt and fell down as tears ran down her face.

“What do we have here?” said a gruff voice.

That was when Miho’s nose caught the choking smell of marijuana. That smell was enough to take her back to when their father had caught Tarou smoking it.

It was one afternoon when her father had surprisingly picked her up from school. The weather was cold and raining. The car had suddenly stopped and Miho’s father had stepped out of the car.

Miho had peeped through the window and saw Tarou sitting with a crowd of tanned boys on the pavements while smoking.

 As soon as his friends caught sight of Mr. Wen they had scattered leaving Tarou to face his father.

Miho couldn’t hear what they were saying but she had seen her father violently beating up Tarou before dragging him inside the car and that was when she had caught the choking smell of marijuana.

Miho moved her head up and that was when he caught the faces of the two scary looking young men who were standing before her.

“And damn she’s beautiful” said one of them with chains around his neck.

Miho rapidly got up and ran.

“Hey you bitch!” shouted the other man with huge holes on his pinna while chasing her down the narrow street.

“We don’t bite!” yelled the man with chains around his neck while letting out a terrible laughter.

Miho didn’t stop. Her ears suddenly caught music as she ran closer and closer toward the light before her.

Still dazzled by the light she tripped and fall on her knees.

She heard people’s voices and music before regaining back her sight.

She stared at the crowd of young men before her which looked terrified as she was. Suddenly she caught sight of a familiar face leaning against the sprayed walls. Hair covering his left eye, tattoo sticking out from his neck and a match stick in his mouth. Their eyes suddenly met causing them to freeze.

“Who is she?” asked a fat young man wearing a bucket hat.

“I don’t know but she’s definitely not from around here” replied a man with a mustache.

Suddenly the two scary men appeared from behind Miho.

“I see you’ve already met our snack” said the young man with chains around his neck while violently pulling Miho’s hair causing tears to run down her cheeks continuously without making a sound.

“This one we got today is a fuckin cry baby” joked the young man with huge holes on his pinna as the crowd of young men laughed.

“Come on guys, let the kid go?” said the young man with a match stick in his mouth moving toward the two men.

“Since when do you care what we do around here” the guy with chains around his neck sharply asked.

“Ouch” said the young man with a mustache looking hurt.

“Come on Rev, I thought we sorted that out” said the fat young man.

“Then tell that mother fucker, Moon to keep his piehole shut” said Rev.

“I will if you let her go” said the young man with a match stick in his mouth.

“If we say no then what?” asked the man with huge holes on his pinna.

“Whoa!” yelled a young man with an earring on his lower lip while covering his mouth.

The other ten men laughed.

“Do you really want to know?” asked Moon raising an eyebrow.

“Fight! Fight!” yelled the young man with a mustache as everyone joined in.

“The winner gets the girl” said Rev.

“Deal” replied Siren.